Otha Anders, 73, of Ruston, Louisiana, recently cashed in 45 years worth of collected pennies, netting himself $5,136.14—meager payment for a lifetime spent being driven slowly insane by the pursuit of pennies.

A Spanish memorabilia collector named Mikel Barsa is trying to get $500,000 at auction for what he claims is an 8-mm Marilyn Monroe sex tape, shot when she was "an underage actress." It's six and a half minutes long, and Barsa told the AP that it's the exact same as a 16-mm version that surfaced in the 90s.

An elderly Chicago couple was rescued from beneath piles of junk inside their home where they were trapped for two weeks and may have been bitten by rats. The smell was so bad that firefighters had to wear hazmat suits.

Playboy's once-mighty breast photography publishing empire is crumbling into dust, so the company is just selling its logo to anything and everything in order to raise some cash. This upsets the weirdos who collected Playboy crap before it was cool.

Something that our modern age is not equipped to process: a man paying millions for a high-profile sex tape of a famous star, only to keep the thing secret. No special downloads available for $29.95. No DVDs, Cinemax licensing fees, or posters. But that's exactly what an anonymous and principled oddball memorabilia collector did this week when he paid $1.5 million for a 15-minute tape of tragically deceased starlet Marilyn Monroe giving a blow job to an unidentified man—who just might be tragically deceased president John F. Kennedy!

This Friday night at Plumm, a final party will be held in honor of Baird Jones, the recently deceased nightclub promoter and odd fixture of the New York nightlife scene. The party promises a two hour white wine open bar, so get there early [NYP]. Many people were familiar with Jones only as a mysterious man in a Yankees cap, but he was so much more than that! Did you know that he got a perfect score on his SAT's (according to Page Six, at least)? Or that his father was one of the founders of People magazine and Conde Nast Traveler? Or that he helped to popularize midget skateboard bowling? Jones was also particularly proud of his celebrity art collection, which he said he spent over $1 million on. After the jump, some highlights from his collection—paintings by Courteney Cox (okay), David Bowie (talented!), Charles Bronson (good), Muhammad Ali (he gave it a shot), and a poor effort from Jason Bateman.

Susan Hancock spent $236,000 on art at last week's Armory Show fair, according to today's Times, avoiding all the while the pictures with sexy parts because her niece comes to visit sometimes. The 55-year-old Orlando transplant—recently divorced, flush from selling her company to Barry Diller—has spent the last seven years getting in good with the high-end art dealers. In the age of fake waiting lists for big-name art and extreme price inflation, and since the art world (and the Times) is insanely dismissive of moneyed non-New Yorker middle-aged women, how does a lady get on the good list? Easy—you pay a homo to escort you around. (And they say the role of the walker is extinct!) Hancock settled on Eric Shiner—Yale! Fluent in Japanese! Highly developed sense of camp!—as her art walker. Who could be better? Shiner's Friendster page self-description, after all, is "Socialite, Taste Maker, Style Guru, Art Terminator." It's the perfect example of nature's trend toward mutualism.